Petit clin d'oeil au blog de Lettres américaines....
Nature is our widest home. It includes the oceans that provide our rain, the trees that give us air to breathe, the ancestral habitats we shared with countless kinds of animals that now exist only by our sufference or under our heel.
[...] Nature writing now combines rhapsody with science and connects science with rhapsody, and for that reason it is a very spacial and a nourishing genre.
Edward Hoagland, extrait de la préface de The land of little rain de Mary Austin.